Russell Knight is not your average geek. Sure, he may seem like the quiet, shy, and vulnerable guy in school. But there is far more to Russel than meets the eye.
At just 10 years old, Russell had already gone through the heartache of losing both of...
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Sam
Fred took a big gulp from his beer and then set it down, clearing his throat. "Now, remind me again, what percentage are you paying Russell after every fight?" he asks, making Andrew look up as his head was low, and his hand wrapped over his glass.
He looked away, clearing his throat and sitting straight on his chair. "As I explained to Russell, he's a good fighter, but he's still a beginner. There's not much royalty I can give him now until I see how he performs. The more fights he wins, the more income eye will win."
Uncle Fred lets out a scuff, chuckling sarcastically, "That doesn't answer my question. Now does it? If my boy is up there fighting, and not you!" he states the obvious, making Andrew look away, clenching his jaw.
"I expect for you to give him not only a good amount worth his while but for this agreement between the two of you and your daddy," he raises his voice at the word daddy, making Russell look at him quizzically.
Surely Andrew was a professional man, and he was doing this legally. Not behind the enterprise's back. Because if that were the case, we were all in big trouble, and the last I need was for this guy to play Russell dirty.
I would not stand by it, and he was sure to get a nice call from my dad's lawyer to settle the situation. "Now, Uncle Fred, I would never take advantage of Russell."
"Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you know?" he asks, making the air suddenly feel heavier.
"What is going on?" Phoebe asks in a whisper leaning closer to me. I shrugged my shoulders because I was just as clueless as she was.
Andrew seemed like a nice guy, and I strongly believe he wants the best for Russell.
I couldn't help but feel bad watching Russell. He stayed quiet as his uncle Fred bombarded Andrew with more and more questions. I squeezed his hand, getting a tiny smile from him. He sighed, closing his eyes and nodding in disapproval.
Andrew tried being polite, but you could tell he was becoming annoyed with so many questions about what he planned to do with Russell and explaining in which ways he was going to help Russell.
"Anyway, you were saying something about your dorm. Is everything ok?" Phoebe asks, making me take a big gulp from my rose and turn toward her.
"Actually... We... Got evicted."
"What?" she says out loud, making Russell and the other two men turn. I give them an apologetic smile and turn my body toward her and grab her hand to get closer.
